Lyrics Lloyd Cole And The Commotions, 1987 - From The Hip

This ones from the hip
Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me
It should have been whipped
Out of me
Without a father figured i
Yeh I concluded then that im
Not for spitting on
This ones from the hip
My love I should have warned you about me
It never got whipped
Out of me
Me and my modesty and
Mother your wretched son wont
Take his medicine
Not i
I dont care anymore
Im sick and Im tired
And I dont care anymore
This ones from the hip
Why should I know why?
Its a wicked world
Ive had it up to here
Sweet jesus I should have warned you about me
Its sure to end in tears
And misery
Without a father figured i
Yeh I concluded then that im
Not for spitting on
Not i...
Why should I know why should I care?
Whos telling me what I should wear?
Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine
I dont care anymore
Im sick and Im tired
And I dont care anymore
This ones from the hip
Why should I know why
Its a wicked world